Chapter 567

When he said this, he smiled as gently as usual. However, the corners of the mouth have been trembling gently, and even the hand on the side of the body trembled.

His deep eyes were suddenly covered with a thick layer of sadness... From the moment he came into the box, he noticed that she was constantly looking at her mobile phone, a restless look. Probably, the last thing he wanted to happen finally happened!

However, he would rather be an ostrich than hear the facts he had guessed from her. He was afraid... Afraid he couldn't bear it.

LAN Xier wanted to say something, but Li Tianwei already took out the phone. First, he dialed Luo Yichen, and then called Hou Xiaofeng, he Xiaojie, and even Xie Xiaoqiu. In short, all the students in H University have called.

At this time, he needs a noisy environment to distract his attention and try not to think about it again.

Before long, the crowd arrived one after another.

Luo Yichen and Su rourourou arrived first. At the moment of entering the door, Luo Yichen first took a deep look at LAN Xier and saw that she lowered her head in embarrassment. Then she took Su Rourou's hand and sat down at a distance from them.

Su Rourou followed him and dared not look into Li Tianwei's eyes for a moment. She felt vaguely sorry for him and LAN Xier's choice.

They had just sat down and the door of the box was pushed open again.

"Xi'er, I heard that brother Tianwei of your family is a treat today!"

As soon as he Xiaojie came in, she yelled. In sharp contrast to Xie Xiaoqiu, who walked quietly behind her.

She just smiled faintly, quiet and beautiful: "Hi, long time no see..."

Her voice was so, so soft, just as her eyes fell on him were so soft and so traceless. I'm afraid that if I miss his face for more than one second, others will notice the most secret thoughts in my heart.

How long have you not seen him? How long has it been since I heard from him?

How many sleepless nights, she looked at the ceiling in the dark, quietly thinking about him, thinking about the few contacts between them in the past.

On the evening of the play, she met him at the bus stop. He said to her, "Xiaoqiu, it's not safe for a girl to go home. Why don't I send you!"

On the day of the basketball league, in the high-profile gymnasium, he walked to her from a group of girls and stretched out his hand to her: "Xiaoqiu, is that bottle of water in your hand for me?"

On the day when the final exam of the first semester of senior two ended, they walked side by side in the crowded crowd, and finally waved goodbye at the school gate. In the warm winter sun, he looked at her with his side eyes: "Xiaoqiu, I wish you a happy winter vacation."

The intersection between them is really very few, only so few times. However, it is enough for her to aftertaste many, many times. She remembered the way he smiled every time, what he said to himself every time, even the tone and look of his speech at that time

All this, in the memories again and again, gradually clear and more distinct.

I thought that when I said "goodbye" to him that night, I could slowly put him down. However, later I heard that something had happened to him and he was admitted to the intensive care unit